The island was a prison, a place where the weight of regret settled heavy on my shoulders. I was trapped in this limbo, forced to confront the ghosts of my past. Every step I took, every breath I made, echoed with the whispers of what ifs and if onlys.
The island was a prison, a place where the weight of regret settled heavy on my shoulders. I was trapped in this limbo, forced to confront the ghosts of my past. Every step I took, every breath I made, echoed with the whispers of what ifs and if onlys.